Page 96 of Four Fiances & I

“I will deal with her,” he grins before lowering me onto his bed. He lies over me, his arms resting on either side of my head as he boxes me in.

As I look up into his eyes, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. He is so handsome. Even though I know he is a powerful man who is happy to kill for his brothers and me, when he looks at me like he is now, I get to see a side of him, hardly anyone else does. The side that is loving and wants nothing more than to make me smile. When it's just the two of us, I see the vulnerable side of Christian O’Reilly, the side I’m not even sure his brothers have truly seen. It makes me feel special that he chose me to be the one to see him like this.

Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine and kisses me with a softness I often don’t see from him.

“It was so hard watching them pleasure you last night,” he whispers as his lips leave a trail of light kisses along my jaw and down my throat. “I wanted to be here to make love to you when you got home. I hated that, once again, I was pulled away from you.” His lips continue down until he moves over my right breast and takes my nipple in his mouth.

“You can make it up to me now,” I sigh as he teases me.

“Oh, I plan on doing more than making it up to you, Sweetheart,” he smiles as he moves from one nipple to the other, coaxing a gasp from me as he teases it between his teeth. “I’m going to make love to you until you beg me for a break.” He moves from my breasts down my stomach, and I know just where he's heading.

He peppers my skin with soft licks and kisses; my body becomes extra sensitive. His lips leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he heads to where I need him the most. When instead of kissing my throbbing pussy, he starts kissing my thigh, I almost cry out with frustration.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg as my back arches from the mattress.

“Please, what, Baby girl?” he smirks at me.

“Touch me, lick me, anything but tease me,” I’m begging, and I don’t care. My body’s on fire, and he’s the only one who can help me.

“How am I teasing you? By doing this?” He gently blows on the apex of my thighs as I gasp loudly.

“Daddy!” I cry out as he blows again. My stomach tightens as my orgasm starts to build. He hasn’t even touched me yet, but I know I’m soaking wet and balancing on the edge.

“Is this teasing?” he asks before running one finger through the middle of my pussy, running from my entrance to my clit, barely touching me the whole time.

“Yes!” I cry out as I nearly fall apart from the slightest touch. “Again, please.”

Christian chuckles as he presses his lips to my thigh again and doesn’t touch where I need him. When I’m this turned on, I have no problem begging for it, but today, I think I’ll brat a little instead.

“Don’t think I won’t call one of my other daddies in here.” It’s an empty threat; I would never do that to any of them, but I will happily pretend I would if it gets me what I need.

Christian looks up from between my legs, and I don’t miss the way one brow is cocked higher than the others.

“I would like to see you try.” He blows on me again, and I moan through the building pressure in my stomach as everything throbs down there.

“Daddy, please. I won't if you touch me again.” But instead of doing as I ask, I feel his fingers glide gently over from one hip to another. “Please!” I beg as he continues to laugh quietly.

“I did as you asked, Sweetheart.”

“No, you didn’t!” I sit up a little to see him, then wish I didn’t. The grin on his face is wider than it was a moment ago. “You’re being mean!” I pout a little in the hope that he will take pity on me, but of course, this is Christian, and he doesn’t.

“And you are acting like a brat,” he points out. “What happens when you act this way with me?”

“I get what I want,” I try, fluttering my lashes as I do with Maximus whenever I’m playing up for him. That one brow goes higher again as Christian watches me, and I know it won’t work.

“That’s with Daddy Max. What about when you are a brat for me?” His voice is going serious again, but that’s only bringing out the brat in me more.

“You remind me why you’re my Daddy,” I answer, thinking of my next response.

“And why am I your Daddy?” he asks, moving up my body until he hovers over me. I can feel the tip of his cock brushing against me as it twitches slightly.

“Because you love me and want me to have the best of everything, including multiple orgasms,” I grin as his eyes become slightly darker.

“Part of that is true. Do you want to correct the bit that isn’t?”

Chewing on my lip, I shake my head.

“I prefer my answer, so no.” A deep sound comes from his chest, and without warning, he rolls away from me before flipping me onto my stomach.

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